in da dumps
sad?
am i making any changes?
do i even care if i was?
what progress have i made
if i keep thinking i would be the same (as you)?
why do you cloud me and plague me.
why do i let you hound and hunt me.
my hunter,
my bow,
let me be.
If you feel discouraged that there's a lack of color here,
please don't worry, Lover. It's really bursting at the seems, absorbing everything.
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sad?
am i making any changes?
do i even care if i was?
what progress have i made
if i keep thinking i would be the same (as you)?
why do you cloud me and plague me.
why do i let you hound and hunt me.
my hunter,
my bow,
let me be.
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